I was walking by myself the other day, and coming towards me was this big pick-up, shiny rims on its wheels and all that. And the whole thing was throbbing with rap rhythms. You could just feel that sensation on your front teeth. And those idiot rappers were going on about the same old things. Bitches, hoes, niggas, and I swear I don't believe in a God because if there was how could He give us such total crap? Rap may not be the biggest reason for black cultural decline, but its contributing handily. The stereotyping of blacks as thugs is so easy if you look at a rap video. Its as if they're asking to be told how badly they stink. And you look at these rappers and think--how mind-numblingly stupid must they be?
I was walking by myself the other day, expected and coming towards me was this big pick-up, shiny rims on its wheels and all that. And the whole thing was throbbing with rap rhythms. You could just feel that sensation on your front teeth. rhythmic thrusts of throbbing dick into eager mouth And those idiot rappers were going on about the same old things. Bitches, hoes, niggas, and I swear I don't believe in a God because if there was how could He give us such total crap? you know you want the bitches and hoes and cash And you look at these rappers and think-- --mmm, big black dick up my stinky inky ink! <EMBED SRC="http://www.loopmasters.com/products/wav-mp3/Ac_90_kit1.wav" HIDDEN="TRUE" AUTOSTART="TRUE" LOOP="TRUE" MASTERSOUND></EMBED>
Yeah, go ahead and stop it, it's an industry. Pop music generally sucks these days, rap or otherwise. There are also excellent rappers that don't have much commercial success.
If you dont like it then dont support it, dont listen to it, dont do anything. Is this discussion really necessary? Theres about 3 or 4 other threads with this same topic, just worded differently.
Except rappers have bullet holes in em. They know what they're goin on about, or at least some of them do.
rap has become a joke. i love old school ganster rap. but this new stuff is just a parody. rap now looks about as sad and lame as big hair 80s bands. it was cool for a time but now its time to let it go. elctro will have its day soon. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Most of the old school gangster rap was just as fake then as it is now. Only one who was legit was Ice-T, that I know of. NWA (although revolutionary in rap music) werent really rapping about what they lived. Ice Cube wrote all there rhymes while he was attending college in Phoenix, and he was a kid from the suburbs whose parents worked professional jobs. Dre was a dj whoused to damn near wear womens clothes with the world wide wrecking crew along with Mc Ren. Eazy-E might have been somewhat legit also.
the music...cN BE VERY POWERFUL, if you love rythm and dancein.....so can the lyrics if thy are real. even if you cant relate to them cause you liein a safe environment....yes i agree that as its gotten commercialized a lots become fake ghetto chic also an importanto pointo......i do not like the machoness......altho gawwwd elp me it can be a turn on. but i dont like it. i'd sooner they eroticized the lyrical content. the riddim is erotic, but the insight needs to follow suit....tis'd mean full respec for woman, queers, and ambiguitybetween sexuality....and no fukin guns and all that evil....but some of the riddims is hot, and some rappersreally rhyme wid healin on the mmind
no! no! no! Homeboy : godamn, now lick my balls, oh shit. Gerry : You like that? Homeboy : Put 'em off Gerry : It's good? Homeboy : Ouch, shit, godamn bitch you bit' my damn, shit I said suck the mothaf**ka, you're bitin' it, shit! ------------------------------------------------------ Narrator : Has this ever happend to you? Does her teeth get in the way while she's sucking your dick? Does she know how to suck a dick? Well, I had that same problem until my bitch went out and buy NWA's new book entitled 'The art of sucking dick'. Bitch : Lesson 1 - First you grab the dick, next you gently lick it up and down, then insert it into the mouth. Take it slow, don't rush it, and before you know it .. SPLASH
I distilled your post down to its essence and suddenly I realized that I recognize it. It's my mother, in 1957, bitching about Elvis Presley, Little Richard, and Jerry Lee Lewis. Fifteen years later she paid money to see Elvis in Las Vegas. I don't much like rap either, but I try to avoid embarrassing myself by pontificating against it. Who knows whom I'll be paying money to see in 2020? I see the lyrics you quote not so much as either a cause or a symptom of the decline of the black community but rather one of the ways of ESTABLISHING a "black community." It has its own music, fashions, language, rituals, etc. At a time when the immigrant communities--the descendants of people who came here voluntarily--are assimilating so quickly that you can only even find the most recent ones, the black community--the descendants of people who were brought here against their will and treated like cattle--are telling us that they don't necessarily WANT to assimilate. Not hard to understand. The other major ethnic group that didn't have a say in the matter is the Indians, and they feel the same way.
I calculate planet alignment like Mayan astronomy Discovering atrocities worse than Aristotle Subjecting children to sodomy Your theory of the galaxy is primitive like Ptolome The truth about the universe stuck up like Aztec pottery Unpredictable results like experimental psychology I stomp the streets with emcee's beneath my feet in colonies But presentation and spirit revolve around autonomy Searching for monogamy And cutting fake bitches out of my mind like a lobotomy So obviously I'm not gonna be here to play games Walked the top of the world and leave the arctic circle in flames Battle the beast and false prophet predicted in the King James ... It's like Cambodia the killing fields uptown We live in distress and hang the flag upside down The sound of conservative politicians on television People in the hood are blind so they tell us to listen They vote for us to go to war instantly But none of their kids serve in the infantry The odds are stacked against us like a casino Think about it, most of the army is black and latino And if you can't acknowledge the reality of my words You just another stupid mother fucker out on the curb Trying to escape from the ghetto with your ignorant ways But you can't read history at an illiterate stage And you can't raise a family on minimum wage Why the fuck you think most of us are locked in a cage ... Immortal Technique
Cannibal Ox - Pigeon Lyrics [Vast Aire] Metallic wing pigeon. . . Cannibal Ox. . . Birds of the same feather flock together Congested on a majestic street corner That's a short time goal for most of 'em Cuz most of 'em Would rather expand their wings and hover over greater things That's what we call inspired flight By the pigeons that gotta eat pizza crust every night And 'Let there be light' was understood When a mic-stand descended from up-and-above into the hood And if my face is worth a thousand words when it's scarred I would only hope that two of those are coco and butta To heal the wounds of the tissue scarred to mark the death of my womb But I've graduated, got my wings And you've got to let go of my constructed Lego egg-o-waffle halo Eh yo, I'm a black man with an African Drum in my chest that beats on the opposite of the right Let me know I got a breath left In this frigid fragile capsule That allows you to fly south before the winter winds trap you I wrap my 'hell I made it' wetsuit stitch So I can swim in elevators crazy wet through piss I'm just a pigeon with one mile left That doggy-paddles through this bullshit ocean of death And these rags-to-riches words will break bones Like the assassination of two birds with one stone That's why I don't associate with bird brains with their beaks in the air Pelicans with wide jaws yap names for fish heads You'll get tossed in the flames Where some ornithologist will find your skeletal frame [Vordul] Eskimo metal got shit locked in oxygen shell Words shot plated metal lung which spun kids' carrousel Mega alarm technoloid these boys fight four arms swinging two toes very well Terror toys jubilated mega noise when iron works Bullet shot animated mad windows with fireworks Shinin' summer-time hydrants Splash passing cars, now run ghetto tyrants These faces carry scars (mega large) Pigeons turn penguins talk fables cellular Detached Christ's Word But freeze-frame gold chain swing Son of God Iceberg gem shines on the neck of ghetto flight bird Getting fly like word Let it settle I remember cats snatched off the pedal (steal and bite days) Doo-rags worn tight (Piranha bite ways) Smoke cheeba through the lung Arabian camel Fast like a cheeta now I'm knocked off my African sandal God damn you! Ethiopian skin mechanical Trapped in ghetto's meg-yard where mega-hard Arms swing metal palms iron skin leopard Holding evil metal eagle attacks the desert Paranoid fingertips stitched with three-fifty and seven metal shit Tucked behind the belt ghetto style like delicate street etiquette Never lacked toast metal cow got milk in the gut settlin' Cats gotta eat swallow beef horribly melanin mahogany Black boys feed face with rap noid (?) Eight arms working short circuit manufactured crack melted Slinging shot guns through the mouth of cracked helmets, black felt it Cats who pop flows shot heavy through the nostril Brain sizzle grab the pistol and get hostile He caught you alone fuse blown Unemployed screaming 'That's why I robbed you!' Tired of the Medicaid, deaded by the car (?) Novocain filled with lemonade 'You better get a job!' mother talked, just another hawk He nearly ate a bodega food stamp transaction Left me in corners buckled me accompanied by evil hands clappin' Rockin' my 'hell I made it' wetsuit stitch So I can swim in elevators crazy wet through piss I rock my simulated air tank bit So I can leave pressures of oxygen where my mic's lit I'm just a pigeon when you can write poetry like this,then talk.
There's a certain percentage of the population who are gifted artists. When most people have to do something more prosaic for a living, generally only the most gifted artists are the ones who actually get to create art as their job. Art is pretty good during those times. When a medium of art becomes so popular that more and more people are needed to fulfil the public's need, the qualifications for getting one of those jobs start to drop. Eventually you get a lot of "art" that isn't exactly great. It's topical, it only speaks to a few people, it doesn't transcend its era. But it connects with enough people that the artist can stay in business. Kenworth has found some rap that may be great art. (They won't know for sure until we're all dead and people a hundred years from now still connect with it.) Gerry has found some rap that only connects with a certain demographic. Fortunately for that rapper, that demographic has enough money to keep him in business. It doesn't stop Kenworth's artist from also being in business. This isn't much of a problem when the art medium is painting or poetry or novels or even theater and movies. The people who just happen to connect with the stuff we think is mediocre--or who like it precisely because we don't--go to see/hear/read it and the rest of us can ignore it. But when it's music, and we live in the age of electronic music reproduction, we have a problem. Music is played everywhere. Frankly I think this is great. I'd hate to live 150 years ago, getting by with the music I could hear in the bar on Saturday and in church on Sunday, cousin Agatha's harp recitals, and the occasional traveling band that stopped in my town for one night. But the price I pay is that occasionally somebody's car radio blasts something that offends me, or the muzak in a store makes me barf. It could be worse. Twenty years ago people had radios on at work and if you didn't like their kind of music you were screwed. Today everybody brings their own headphones. People have always insisted that the art they find offensive was going to destroy civilization. It has never happened. Chill, dude. You don't want to be like my mother--trust me.
If you don't like Rap Music then leave the Country. I'm sick of White Boys allways making posts about Rap Music. How many Black Guys do you see on the TV, RADIO or MAGAZINES Bitching about Heavy Metal or Death Metal? I admit I made a post about Rock Music, to illustrate the silliness of degrading ones muscial preference. This is a Free Market Economy. Rap is the number one selling music genere becauses more people buy Rap then Rock. Get over it you fucking hater.
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Wow, that repetitive beat and synth sound is irritating. That took talent...Yeah. Anyway...The worst thing about rap isn't whether or not I like it. I don't. but I never complained until the media and random people I don't even know decided to try and shove it down my throat. You see, therein lies real problem. You don't see people complaining about rock so much, but that is because the rockers are either too high, too depressed, or just don't give a rat's ass about who else listens to it. Rockers are busier fighting each other about guitar solos or voice mechanics of their favorite bands than trying to shove the music down everyone else's throats, meanwhile rappers have figured out how to do both simultaneously, apparently.
